A Dirty Love Affair

Or someone who happened to be passing by, saw me taking the picture of the record, and admitted she had just taken a photo of some random thing at the other end of the block.

Earlier today, I said good-bye to neighbors who are leaving the city after more than ten years living very near me. We just met, in their preparations to leave. They invited me to dig up a ginger plant I’d admired to transplant before they leave. I did this earlier today, and noted I was expanding the neighborhood. I met a poet and artist on the street tonight, several hours later. She watched me photographing the record. We laughed that we have probably taken pictures of the same things on various days. We exchanged our digital data, then walked a half-block together in the rain-wet street.